strange journey

On the wrong side, because recognizing that people can still do good things in a bad way

That's really it, isn't it?

No one's in the mood to hang in the dark, gritty spaces with you.

"How did you think you could you ever find love again, you mental brute?"

Mmm. Okay.

Strangle yourself before you say/share something stupid, making you sound like you're siding with the beasts and idiots. If the most wonderful human beings I know, who are in healthy loving relationships, are implying that so very... absolutely, it must be true after all.

Just when I was starting to get comfortable being in Twitter again. I'll come back when everyone's less smug.

*twitter cold turkey on*

What the hell happened when Cooper went into the black hole?

Not a sex joke. (Not here, anyway.)

This post is my way of getting my head around the climax of Christopher Nolan’s Interstellar, at least in the sense of mathematical manifolds. (Did a lot of geometry in college, and I like thinking visually.) Third-act spoilers abound after the cut.

Okay, let’s get to it. This is the universe, represented as a 2D manifold of space crossed with time.


The universe doesn’t actually look like a sheet. At least, not to us living on that sheet. It might look like a sheet for entities living in a region with more dimensions than the three of space plus one of time, though.


This is Cooper heading into a black hole, the latter of which is deforming spacetime as per Einstein’s general relativity with its intense gravitational field.
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So, I saw Interstellar today.


Good bit of Sci-Fi entertainment, with a Hardness scale of 4 out of 6. (TV Tropes gave it a 5, maybe if you’re not a Physics major.) Definitely could have been more trim, though, both with the lingering shots and a wavering thematic focus. Really didn’t need all those 170 minutes.

The concept of life in the Dust Bowl is entirely alien to people on my humid, sticky side of the planet. (People who, in this movie-verse, have likely simply drowned to oblivion from rising sea levels.)

If Gravity should’ve been retitled Momentum: The Movie, then Interstellar should be General Relativity: The Movie. (Maybe these two should be back-to-back NASA-tastic features in the future?) If anything, mainstream movies haven’t quite depicted the effect of temporal dilation from near-light-speed travel on human lives (plural) so in that respect this is some Forever War Lite.

Philip Glass style organs > Non, Je Ne RegrBWOOOOOONG

"But Adam, how does a human survive being that close to a black h-"
Posthuman Wizards Did It.
(No toasted human spaghetti here.)

Finally: that was probably the only representation of a finite, unbounded section of 4-dimensional-spacetime “space” you’ll ever get to see in a mainstream movie. (With some artistic license.)

(Image for illustration purposes only)

I wouldn’t gush with BIG IDEAS MOVIE purple prose about Interstellar like many critics are apparently wont to do, but it’s solid (if long-running and chalky-academic) entertainment. It has so much ambition behind it, trying to talk about so many things about human potential (and weakness) but here you get a version that’s SF-film-nostalgic, with big set pieces and chewy, undercooked bits of intellectual digressions.

Also: D’AAWWWWWWW THOSE (incredibly useful) MONOLITH ROBOTS (following them to Saturn)

tea break

Keeping own counsel

I think the idea is to reclaim my thoughts as my own again.

Over the years, I've off-loaded so many thoughts out into social networks like Twitter (essentially live reportage), Tumblr and Facebook that it took a sudden disillusionment with people I'd usually had no problem with before to shake me into realizing it. Posting has dwindled to minimum as of yesterday, and I hope to continue this.

I believe the "correct" side can still do the right thing the wrong way. On the surface, however, there is no choice but to shut up when your stance is repeatedly branded the "wrong side".

It's partly about GamerGate, partly Social Justice Warriors, partly the success of professional victimhood, and losing out on the idea that ideology/belief wouldn't overcome camaraderie. Which is to say: it got to me. I am unable to distance myself from the stances of some others, and I have failed to stay above it. Since such measures as blocking / "muting" are abhorrent to me, I've managed by just dancing out of the way, but I am no longer comfortable with people I genuinely respect and whose approval I welcome.